Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

The Lucano and Casalini families were at war now–a beef so nasty it’d make a slaughterhouse look tame.

For Stephanie, Richard was personal, a walking scar.

He’d been Sebastian’s brother once, tight as hell. Sebastian had trusted him, counted on hirm, treated him like blood.

And Valentina–that backstabbing snake–had played the bestie card with her, all fake grins and bullshit.

In Long Harbor these past years, Stephanie had been itching to rip into Richard, her hate bubbling, never letting up.

Now she’d finally got her chance, and all that built–up rage was spilling out.

Richard’s patience was wearing thin as she hung on.

“Stefi, I said let go,” he growled, his voice dipping into something colder, meaner.

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Richard’s grip clamped down on her jaw again, no mercy. Stephanie flinched, her teeth popping apart as the pain hit, a thin streak of blood dripping from her lip.

“Take me back,” she hissed, teeth gritted, anger roaring through her voice.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I stuck my neck out grabbing you–you think I’m just gonna drop you off, my little fiancée?”

Before the words even settled, Stephanie spat another glob of blood right in his face, quick and dead–on.

Richard wiped at the mess on his cheek. “You grew up fine, but what’s with this attitude now?”

Back in Fiorenza, she’d been a different vibe–quiet, sweet, always stuck to Sebastian’s side like a shadow.

She’d call him “Seb” in that soft, lilting voice, so gentle it could thaw a glacier.

of her threw him for a

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side, Elliot gave the rundown, voice calm but tight. “Sir, Richard says if you don’t back off, he’ll take Miss Giovanni down with

narrowed, a cold spark flickering in them.

sharp and deadly. “Find out what the hell he wants,” he

“On

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Bay Area, the night wind sliced through, smoke and gunpowder still clogging the

phone with Stephanie when it all went nuts–screams, shots,

off

that dumb. This mess was

the kind you don’t rat out.

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out herself. But the second

in his hand, the air

act, tucking his piece

solid here,” Macro mumbled under

gun back and glanced over

rustle hit his cars, and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as she climbed out of her

have time for weirdness. Fear choked her up, her legs shaky

blood–pooled on the ground, bright and nauseating.

like a horror flick, red soaking

but nothing came out–just

Lorenzo, her heart pounding so hard it

over, long legs eating up the distance.

brain couldn’t process his words.

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

whacked the back of Macro’s head. “Guess Sebastian went

sneaky jerk,” Macro muttered, rubbing the

wiped him out–he was still huffing, working the kink out of his